The Recipe from Living in the Nature Poem

The Recipe

by Mary Harwell Sayler 

I am made of stars, sand, rain.

My fingers flicker

birds,

my feet fins,

my head

an acorn.

 

If stars implode,

a black hole sucks me.

If rains wash sand,

I am moved.

 

This earth,

this universe

does not shelter me

like

a building but like

skin, bones, blood,

a single cell.

 

from Living in the Nature Poem, published by Hiraeth Press

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